This is Something Much More Seriously Mundane

Life had not been overly unkind to Barbie and Duke as of late.  At least until now.
 
I suppose it was a mutual idea for them to leave town.  Something to do with an outstanding warrant.  And leave town they did--at least temporarily.    Their excursion down I-55 was supposed to be part of a larger journey to the west coast.   It turned into car trouble in Mt. Olive, Illinois.  Mt. Olive was renown as the stomping grounds of Mother Jones, the early union organizer for the coal mines.  Barbie and Duke had no idea of the history of the place.  They only griped because it took them 4 hours to hitch a ride back to Springfield.

They returned with the minor inconvenience of lacking a place to stay.   Something to do with the previous lack of rent.   And a court order.  So they decided to pay a little visit to Hal's apartment.   They figured Hal wouldn't mind as he was in Florida for the month. 

The next minor obstacle was the lack of money.   Given that Barbie had a cleaner criminal record it was agreed that she would get a job.   She got a gig doing phone sales for a company that specialized in selling t-shirts with Lincoln's face on them.   This was Springfield, after all.  From there she applied for an American Express credit card and her new boss--for a small service--personally vouched to the credit agency for her.  From there, it was only a small step that she would accompany each of the few friends she had for purchases of diamonds, dresses, and booze with the new card--her friends giving her money for each purchase. Of course, a scheme like that could only last so long.   Pesky credit card limit.

Duke was also involved in their fundraising endeavors.   He held up the local grocery store with his last remaining possession--a Colt .45.   Then he hocked the .45 at the local pawn shop.   Having tapped out his resources, he came up with the bright idea of subletting their new apartment.   After all, Hal was not going to miss it--at least for another month. 

So Barbie and Duke went down to the Lincoln Library and printed off a flyer describing the desirability of the apartment which slightly exaggerated by a year the expected date when Hal would return.  Duke then went to the university and plastered the fliers all over.   The response was immediate.   Duke ended up with one's months advance rent and a security deposit.   That was enough to purchase a quarter.   That should last for the weekend--maybe more.

the walking pneumonia lingers, but I am a stalwart against antibiotics.   I eventually get some without making an appointment to see a doctor.   Maybe should try for something better along those lines...lol
anyway, rotary party is a hoot, but feel like poop afterwards.   Whirles win sectionals and beat all the Decatur teams at basketball, then lose to the springfield st. agnes amazon who was taller than me.   The polish guy gets an endowed professorship, and the uzbecki severs her umbilical cord.   The whirles also have a sleepover in springfield.   Absolutely unprecedented.   Also I know the guy who is going to be president of the rotary club next year.  He's weird.